Once upon a time, in a village, there was a mother and her son lived in a small cottage. The mother worked hard every day to take care of her son. However, the boy was very lazy and liked to play with nasty children. Therefore, the mother was worried about him and tried to talk to him but the boy did not want to listen to her. One day, when the mother told him off because of doing something wrong, he was sulky and left his home. He went out with his friends. They went to other villages. The mother was so sad and went to look for him but she could not find him out.
After a long time playing around, the boy felt tired. His friends left him to have fun with their new friends. He had nothing to eat. He had nowhere to sleep. Nobody cared for him. He missed his mother and decided to go home. He was sure his mother would not angry because he knew she always loved him a lot.
When the boy came back, the small house was very quiet. Nobody was home. Everything was still the same as he left. He called his mother but there was no answer. The boy started to worry. He went around the house, came into the garden to look for her. The mother still did not show up. She seemed to move to somewhere else.
Tired and hungry, the boy cried under a green tree in the garden. It was amazing, the tree was shaking lightly. Tiny flowers appeared as white clouds and then, became strange fruits. The fruits grew quickly. A ripe fruit fell into his arms. The boy picked it up and tried tasting it. The juice of the fruit came as a flow of milk. It had taste as the mother’s milk – fragrant and sweet.
The boy looked at the tree. Leaves were deep green. However, the other side of leaves looked like his mother eyes that cried so much for him. The boy cried loudly. The branches of the tree held him like his mother’s arms. The boy regretted very much but he could not change anything. He stayed at home, took care the garden.
Many people liked the strange fruits. They called them “vú sữa” (means milk-breast). They asked for seeds and planted in their gardens.
Vú sữa/star apple – picture's from internet
so the mom is the tree mit? a very nice story again, very good for mothers day too, i hope you had a chance to visit or chat to your mom, i hope you are not running out of stories mit, i will miss them when you do, thank you for sharing another good story mit, see you soon goodnight and sweet dreams, xxx :heart:
Hi Mit, yes it was a nice day. Thank you. :heart:
John, yes, as you see. Thank you. I called her and we talked for a while 🙂 how about you and your mom?hihi, there're many other stories, John ;)I'm glad you like this. Have a nice day.Carol, hope you had a nice day :heart:
I'm glad to hear that 🙂
thanks mit, and you are welcome, i wish you had had time to visit her too, i did chat to mom on fb, yipee! so you will not run out too soon then, ha ha thanks mit they are vr interesting to me and i have enjoyed all of them so far, i hope you are enjoying your monday mitsee you soon, :heart: hi carol, i hope you have a nice week. :yes:
i like iti love Mom 🙂
Another nice story 🙂 Are you going to post 100 stories and myths from Vietnam? 😎
Another nice story and perfect for Mother's Day. My son and his wife took me out to breakfast yesterday morning. Then took me to the zoo. Later, both my daughters called to talk with me and I finished the evening by driving to Starbuck's and getting an large Iced Cafe Mocha.
bé, thank you :love:Darko, thank you. 100? I'm not sure if I have enough stories to post here. We'll see. I'm trying to work with all I like :DPam, thank you. I'm glad you had a nice Mother's Day :heart:
Originally posted by thaodp:
🙂 thank you, Mit, for the story and photo- very nice, sad he couldn't find his mother, though…
Yes, it's sad story. Although the mother could not take care of her son any more, her love still covered him.
Originally posted by thaodp:
that is a beautiful way to put it
Another nice story, Mit! Thanks for sharing! 🙂
Thank you, Jill.Thank you, Anchi 🙂
this kind of fruit is so special
yes, and I like it a lot.
Nice story, Mit 🙂 Unfortunately sometimes it's late to change things, the consequences where our decisions lead us, but what we can to do is to never neglect our loved ones, to show our love, care, friendship. To appreciate the moments we spend together.
Thank you, Mira 🙂 Originally posted by MirabelaTM:
That's so true.
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